His undersides are like sharp potsherds. He sprawls on the mud like a threshing-sledge.
Sharp stones are under him: He spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
His underparts are like sharp pieces of broken pottery; he spreads [grooves like] a threshing sledge upon the mire.
His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards; its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud.
Clubs are reckoned as straw, he laughs at the rattle of a lance.
He makes the deep boil like a pot, he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
“See, I shall make you into a new threshing sledge with sharp teeth, let you thresh mountains and beat them small, and make hills like chaff.